Thursday, March 26, 2015

Metamorphosis

It’s the sound the clouds make as they breathe income hazy sunshinecome dirty earthcome smoky windthe clouds pour for all

The firefly in her cocoon sings the same songhello trampled leafhello broken stickhello rumpled flowerthe fireflies glow for all

The wolf brings the music at night and whispersdream waning moondream howling starsdream weeping cometthe wolves comfort all

Metamorphosis

And even when the sun is blindthe clouds pour
And even when the earth is deafthe clouds pour
And even when the wind is mutethe clouds pour
and make the changing song

Metamorphosis

Or even when the leaves fallthe fireflies glow
Or even when the sticks burnthe fireflies glow
Or even when the flowers wiltthe fireflies glow
and sing the changing song

Metamorphosis

But even when the moon is meltingthe wolves comfort
But even when the stars are fallingthe wolves comfort
But even when the comets are breakingthe wolves comfort
and dance to the changing song

Metamorphosis

Because the change never stops changing
Just as the rain never stops raining
The clouds and their keepers never shall leave
The flies and the ashes push away grief
The wolf in her den and the moon up above
Sing the songs and those old memories ofbirthgrowthchangedeath
They don’t want to hear and they don’t want to changeBut they’re wrong
They don’t think the old dog will learn the new trickBut they’re wrong
They don’t understand the sound on the cold frontBut I can teach them
I can teach them—all it takes is a little

2 comments:

Ack Heather, your writing is very beautiful! last night I watched the play metamorphoses at school, and it also dealt with the idea of change. I liked this better though, because your writing enunciates